and comes to my lips.

And had I my will, I would go in search of him, rather tha n tread this dark way of dread. Unless, perhaps, this secret road is the way to his dwelling?" "Who shall say?" answered the Elf. "For since the dwelling of Turgon is hidden , so also are the ways thither. I know them not, though I have sought them long. Yet if I knew them, I would not reveal them to you, nor to any among Men." But Gelmir said: "Yet I have heard that your House has the favour of the Lord o f Waters. And if his counsels lead you to Turgon, then surely shall you come to him, withersoever yon turn. Follow now the road to which the water has brought you from the hills, and fear not! You shall not walk long in darkness. Farewell! And think not that our meeting was by chance; for the Dweller in the D eep moves many things in this land still. Anar kaluva tielyanna?!" 3 With that the Noldor turned and went back up the long stairs; but Tuor stood sti ll, until the light of their lamp was lost, and he was alone in a darkness deeper than night amid the roaring of the falls. Then summoning his courage he set his left hand to the rock-wall, and felt his way fo rward, slowly at first, and then more quickly, as he became more used to the darkness and found nothing to h inder him. And after a great while, as it seemed to him, when he was weary and yet unwilling to rest in the black tunnel, he saw far before him a light; and hastening on he came to a tall and narrow cleft, and followed the noisy stream between its leaning walls out into a golden evening. For he was come into a deep ravine with tall sheer sides, and it ran straight towards the West; and before him the setting sun, goi ng down through a clear sky, shone into the ravine and kindled its walls with yellow fire, and the water s of the river glittered like gold as they broke and foamed upon many gleaming stones. In that deep place Tuor went on now in great hope and delight, finding a path be neath the southern wall, where there lay a long and narrow strand. And when night came, and the river rus hed on unseen, save for a glint of high stars mirrored in dark pools, then he rested, and slept; for he felt no fear beside that water, in which the power of Ulmo ran. With the coming of day he went on again without haste. The sun rose behind his b ack and set before his face, and where the water foamed among the boulders or rushed over sudden falls, at morning and evening rainbows were woven across the stream. Wherefore he named that ravine Ci rith Ninniach. Thus Tuor journeyed slowly for three days, drinking the cold water but desiring no food, though there were many fish that shone as gold and silver, or gleamed with colours like to t he rainbows in the spray above. And on the fourth day the channel grew wider, and its walls lower and les s sheer; but the river ran deeper and more strongly, for high hills now marched on either side, and fresh w aters spilled from them into Cirith Ninniach over shimmering falls. There long while Tuor sat, watching the swirling of the stream and listening to its endless voice, until night came again and stars shon

e cold and white in the dark lane of sky above him. Then he lifted up his voice, and plucked the strings of his harp, and above the noise of the water the sound of his song and the sweet thrilling of the harp wer e echoed in the stone and multiplied, and went forth and rang in the night-clad hills, until all the empty land was filled with music beneath the stars. For though he knew it not, Tuor was now come to the Echoing M ountains of Lammoth about the Firth of Drengist. There once long ago Fanor had landed from the sea, a nd the voices of his host were swelled to a mighty clamour upon the coasts of the North ere the risin g of the Moon. 4 Then Tuor was filled with wonder and stayed his song, and slowly the music died in the hills, and there was silence. And then amid the silence he heard in the air above him a strange c ry; and he knew not of what creature that cry came. Now he said: "It is a fay-voice," now: "Nay, it is a small beast that is wailing in the waste"; and then, hearing it again, he said: "Surely, it is the cry of so me nightfaring bird that I know not." And it seemed to him a mournful sound, and yet he desired nonetheless to h ear it and follow it, for it called him, he knew not whither. The next morning he heard the same voice above his head, and looking up he saw t hree great white birds beating down the ravine against the westerly wind, and their strong wings shone in the new-risen sun, and as they passed over him they wailed aloud. Thus for the first time he beheld the great gulls, beloved of the Teleri. Then Tuor arose to follow them, and so that he might better mark whither they flew he climbed the cliff upon his left hand, and stood upon the top, and felt a great wind out of t he West rush against his face; and his hair streamed from his head. And he drank deep of that new air, and said : "This uplifts the heart like the drinking of cool wine!" But he knew not that the wind came fresh from t he Great Sea. Now Tuor went on once more, seeking the gulls, high above the river; and as he w ent the sides of the ravine drew together again, and he came to a narrow channel, and it was filled w ith a great noise of water. And looking down Tuor saw a great marvel, as it seemed to him; for a wild flood came up the narrows and strove with the river that would still press on, and a wave like a wall rose up almost to the cliff-top,